The Legend

The Hikari's Version

From the Journal Of: Logan Hikari, Head of the Hikari Family

We had arrived at this island nation to seek our own territory. In Great Britain all the territory had either been clamed by muggles, or more powerful families with vast armies at their command or strong influence with the crown. While we thrived among the muggles, selling my son's living art and using them to kill our enemies. They had caught on to us, so we fled to this country... Edo.

We saw the filth that inhabited the country, my radiant wife, Flora, agreed with me that this country was barbaric with its samurai knights and ninja rouges. Our son, Krad, a handsome young man, spoke nothing of the county to us, once we had set up residence all he did was create those living art works.

The ritual to being them to life was simple, a life for a life, someone would die for the art to live. Back in England, my son and I had sought out whores that could still bare children. I had my fun with them first, since my wife can not satisfy me any longer, for she can no longer give me sons.

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We had to start with filthy animals at first; my son was doing art work that required animals to be sacrificed. It was bloody hell trying to get them. Soon, my son moved on to the maids... one had the gall to clam that her child was mine. She was the first to be offered, along with some incompliant women that refused to obey me.

I had met with one of the heads of a Edo family, Goku Niwa, Leader of the Niwa Clan. He has told me of the women that have gone missing, that I should be protective of my wife, least she become a future victim. I hadn't thought of it before now… alas, if she is killed I will not be getting my fortune for marrying her.

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From what I had over heard from the other Edo men, Niwa's family dealings are a mystery, but to very few, they know to call upon the Niwa's for many reasons. They were a family of ninja's... I found it ridicules that a magical family would take on such a low level profession!

I had a gala event to show those barbarians my son's works; many were awed by the liveliness of his works. I had suppressed a mad laugh to know that they were truly alive. Many of the worms had spoken to me about marrying the whores they called daughters to my son.

I thought on this, my son would have to eventually bare an Heir to carry on our family name and to create the living art. However... I wanted my son to choose his bride; I would not accept an ugly woman as my daughter-in-law and his tastes were refined nor would he choose one of these... Edo women as his wife. I trust him to make that decision at least.

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I can't help but be horrified at my son's choice in the remaining women that wished to court him. While nearly all of them were westerners like ourselves, there was only one girl from this land that remained in my house.

The daughter of the Niwa Clan, Dark Niwa. While she is very pretty for an Edo woman, I have suspicions that she is not here for my son and yet... wishes to continue the relationship with him, a strange girl. Hopefully my son will make her his next offering in a grand art work, no drought that it would be both powerful and beautiful. My wife made sure that his mind was not poisoned by the witch, steering him away from her and into much better choices.

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Five months of this has been going on, my wife has informed me that only three girls remain to marry my son. Unfortunately, the Niwa witch was one of the three. My son has taken a deep liking to her, and the two other girls who tried to intimidate her, give up on him as my son focused his attention on the Niwa witch.

What fools muggles are, I had witnessed what the Niwa witch could do. It was by mere chance that I had found her in my son's room...

in his bed...

under his sheets...

With my son sleeping next to her, bare crested a few months ago. I knew what had happened between them, I am no fool, but I was confused on how to feel.

Proud of my son, whom had finally taken a woman to bed after his years of virginity, or degusted that he had chosen that Niwa witch to romp and ravage for his first time. Surely my son had a reason for allowing her into his bed other then to feed his manly urges.

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I offered Niwa a beautiful sculpture of twin maidens; I had lied, telling him that I was sure that my son would pick his daughter to marry and that it was a present from his future brother-in-law. Alas, he had found out about the art, once news of his wife's death had gotten out. He had said that a wild animal had killed her when she was out in the forest, picking herds.

I had seen a frail looking boy, with white hair and red eyes, Niwa's son as I had been told by a foolish Edo man who tried to get his fat ugly pig of a daughter to marry my son. I was confident that there was nothing in my way of ruling this country. So I admitted to giving the art work to Niwa to kill his clan. The look on his face was wonderful.

I sought my son; he had left my side to go to that witch, keeping her out of other's site, they hid and so did I. What I had heard come from the witch's lips I did not approve of. She had said those words to my son.

'I'm pregnant with your child, Krad.'

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I had arranged to have several art works sent out to destroy several high ranking government officials and their families but they always, always, ALWAYS stepped in and stole it!

I had found it funny that they had left a notice of what they were going to steal and when they would steal it. I underestimated the Niwa's as they even seemed to have turned one of them. I had seen it with my own two eyes. A beautiful art work that was meant to kill on my command was reduced to a servant!

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I have noticed the Niwa witch had gotten fatter as I had seen her with my son as he painted one of the vacant rooms a sky blue with fluffy white clouds, and a starry night sky. They smiled as they talked of names for the abomination that was growing with in her.

In just a few more months she would give birth, as well as be a part of the most powerful and beautiful art work of all time.

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The Niwa's had become desperate, relying on the turned art works and muggles to do their work for them. I have once again underestimated The Niwa Clan as Goku Niwa comes to challenge me to the death.

From Logan Hikari

From the Journal Of: Flora Hikari, Lady of the Hikari Family

I had fled the estate as the Niwa Clan penetrated our walls with their strong magic and with the help of my son's own creations. I hid, in the disguise of an Edo woman. I had died my hair black and donned a colorful robe. I found these clothes to be ridicules but I will not die with that horrid man my father had sold me to.

As the battle between the art works and the Niwa's died down, the people took the undestroyed works and piled them into a fire. I have never seen so many remains of artworks being destroyed.

I carefully slipped into the ruins of mansion, looking for my son. Even if I never wanted him he was still my blood. I had to duck behind a nearly destroyed wall as I saw a dark shadow pass by. I had only a small glance of an Edo man holding something in his arms as he briskly walked out of the nearly destroyed mansion.

I had heard a small sound, one I had not heard in 17 years. It was a coo of a baby. Looking around, following my ears, I had found a baby boy near the remains of two skeletons. I was frightened by the site of them with the baby boy in-between them.

One looked as if it was burned black and the other was an immaculate white and they seemed almost like lovers.

I frowned as it registered in my mind.

This was what reminded of my Son and that Niwa witch he had 'fallen in love' with, and that this was their child.

I carefully moved to pick up the child, but as I pulled him into my arms, he opened his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, and I had decided to raise the child as my own, as a Hikari.

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It's been 14 years since I had taken that baby boy from the remains of his parents. I had taught him the Hikari arts, and every thing that comes with the name Hikari. I named him after his father Krad, at first I had no idea what to name my son when he was born. I had simply chosen the name because it was dark spelled backwards. I thought it a unique form of the word light.

My late husband had only married into my family so I was the only one who could teach him the ways of the Hikari's. As he grew I knew that there was something wrong, but I pushed in to the back of my mind.

He had told me that he had seen this girl at the market place, whom he said looked familiar and once he describe her to me I knew who it was.

I had told him a lie that the girl was bad and wanted to steal his art work just to destroy it. It sent him into tears as he went to his room.

From Flora Hikari